Ha-ha, yeah… you know what it is Texas boy, brown skin, big belt, big cuete El mundo es mío, cabrón let’s get it I don’t sip no lean, but I lean in the slab, .40 on my waist, got a beam with the mag. Tatted up, faded up, ridin’ with a bad ho, She call me vaquero when I hit it in the Lambo. Candy paint drip like Valentina, She call me papi when I slide between her. I ain't got ops they some keyboard putas, They ain't outside, they just tweet like rucas. Bust through the door like ¡órale, vato!, My wrist on froze, but my heart like a narco. Tex-Mex demon with a flow like a Draco, Chickas say I’m loco, but I’m stackin’ that queso. I got cuetes and cornbread, boots in the street, Southside swingin’ with the heat on the seat. Sayin’ I’m a menace? Bitch, that’s true, ‘Cause I’m country, I’m gangsta, and mexicano too. Cuetes and cornbread, watch me slide, Fast flow fire like I’m cookin’ up pride. Talk slick, holmes, better duck when I ride, ‘Cause I’ll shoot from the hip and I never miss sides. Flow so quick, need subtitles, loco, Spanish and English, I’m bilingual vocal. She said I talk like I chew tobacco I said, “Mami, just ride, don’t ask no más, yo.” Pull up in a truck with a lifted front grill, All chrome thangs and a blunt I just lit. I don’t do TikToks, bitch, I do drills, And I rap with my gut like I came from the hills. Soy el más cabrón, yeah, that’s known, Pull strings in the city like an old trombón. I got fam in the valley, plug in Juaritos, And I’m still duckin’ Feds with my tío Carlitos. I got cuetes and cornbread, boots in the street, Southside swingin’ with the heat on the seat. Sayin’ I’m a menace? Bitch, that’s true, ‘Cause I’m country, I’m gangsta, and mexicano too. Cuetes and cornbread, watch me slide, Fast flow fire like I’m cookin’ up pride. Talk slick, holmes, better duck when I ride, ‘Cause I’ll shoot from the hip and I never miss sides. They don’t know ‘bout the pain, they don’t know ‘bout the drought, Had roaches in the cupboard, now I’m whippin’ that clout. Mama cried when I left, but I came back rich, Still the same brown boy with a .30 in the hitch. I go rapido, spittin’ it cold like helado, Yo le meto fuego, soy malo con grado. Trap in my blood, no cap in my bio, Shawty ride me like we out in Ohio. Gringos try copy but they can’t do this, I’m Tex-Mex steel, with a hand on the grip. Boots hit the dirt and the speakers go bang, This for the raza that grew up in pain. I got cuetes and cornbread, boots in the street, Southside swingin’ with the heat on the seat. Sayin’ I’m a menace? Bitch, that’s true, ‘Cause I’m country, I’m gangsta, and mexicano too. Cuetes and cornbread, watch me slide, Fast flow fire like I’m cookin’ up pride. Talk slick, holmes, better duck when I ride, ‘Cause I’ll shoot from the hip and I
